I barely slept that night. Every time I shut my eyes, all I could see was him. His wet hair plastered against his forehead, water trailing down his chest, his big veiny dick. I wondered what made it hard.

“Arghhh…” I yelled. “What am I thinking?”

Instead, my body betrayed me. My chest was tight, my throat dry, and…God…I couldn’t deny it. I got turned on, by him.

I tossed and turned, punching the pillow like it owed me something. I hated myself for it. Hated that I ...